Piece by Piece (Riggins Brothers 2)

“Did you know that I can’t think when your hands or your mouth are on me? It’s like you turn my brain to mush. You always get to take the lead, and I thought it would be fun to mix it up a little, but I can’t have you touching me. I’ll lose focus.”

My throat is dry as I reply, “You want to seduce me, baby?”

“Something like that.” She smirks.

Unfurling my hands, I raise my arms and open them wide. “I’m yours for the taking, Layla. Do with me what you wish.”

“There are so many things,” she says, tapping her index finger against her chin.

“Do your worst, baby.”

“Oh no, that I won’t do. I’m thinking tonight is going to be filled with nothing but the best.” She licks her lips, causing my cock to twitch.

“Fuck,” I murmur, making her chuckle.

“That’s the plan, handsome,” she assures me. “Hands behind your head.”

I’ve never been one to take orders from a woman, but this woman I’ll do anything she asks, so I place my hands behind my head, interlocking my fingers. I sit silently and wait for further instruction, but it never comes. Instead, my beautiful Layla drops to her knees, settling between my thighs. She doesn’t utter a single syllable as she grips my cock, strokes me from root to tip, licks her lips, and takes me into her mouth.

“Son of a….” My voice trails off as my eyes roll to the back of my head from the mere pleasure of having her lips around my cock. Over and over again, her head bobs between my legs. As the pressure begins to build, I need to be inside her. That’s where I long to be. That’s where I belong. “Layla, baby. I need to touch you. I need to feel you.”

Slowly, she lets my cock slide out of her mouth before peering up at me, her blue eyes blazing with desire. She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand and stands. “I was enjoying that.” She pretends to pout. She might have been enjoying it, but I can tell from the gleam in her eye, she has something else planned for us, planned for me. What I didn’t expect was for her to straddle my lap.

“You can touch me,” she says huskily as she removes my hands from behind my head and places them on her hips.

“Tell me what you want, baby. This is your show.” I love her newfound confidence that grows every day. I want her to have this. Hell, it’s not a hardship to let the love of my life seduce me. I win no matter who’s calling the shots. At the end of the night, we both get to find our pleasure in each other, falling asleep in each other’s arms. That’s all that matters.

“This.” Reaching between us, she lifts until I’m aligned at her entrance, and slowly settles back onto my lap, burying me inside her.

Wrapping my arms around her back, I crush her to me in a hug so fierce I’m not sure either of us is getting any oxygen into our lungs. I love this woman with every piece of my soul. Every minute with her only makes me fall further in love with her. There is a spark every time we touch, and I hope we never lose it. I never want to stop feeling the way I do right now in this moment. With her settled on my lap, our arms around each other and my cock buried deep inside her.

Loosening my grip, my hands roam over her back, relishing in the feel of her soft skin against the palm of my hands. My fingertips trail over her spine, and I settle my hands on her ass. My lips find hers in a slow, sensual kiss, that if I wasn’t already sitting would have had my knees buckling. Not breaking our kiss, I lift her slowly off my cock, leaving just the tip, before lowering her back onto my lap. I repeat this process over and over, all while devouring her lips. We settle into a steady rhythm as the tension builds.

“Owen,” Layla pants as she buries her hands in my hair.

“I got you, baby.”

“How is it better every time?” she asks.

Honestly, I don’t know, but then it hits me. “It’s the magic, baby.” When I stand from the chair, she wraps her legs around my waist, and I move us to the wall. One at a time, I slide my arms under her legs, pressing her back against the wall, rock my hips and let loose, fucking her hard and fast. I feel her nails dig into my shoulders, but it only fuels my desire for her. To have her lose control on my cock, the way she makes me feel as though I’m losing control anytime I’m around her, and every time I’m inside her.